I did it!

Today I finally tackled a task I have been both eager to get to and also avoiding like crazy.  Today I went through my closet and tried on every single garment, at least the ones I haven't worn in a while.  And I was brutal with myself.  If it didn't fit this moment, with this body at this weight, or if it fit but didn't make me feel pretty, out it went.

It was a terrific feeling to get to it at last, but also made me a little sad because a lot of these clothes were bought when I had a younger, firmer body with very little belly.  Now I've got a belly that precedes me into the room by a few inches, and the muscles to hold it in are pretty much gone.  But this is the body I'm wearing right now.  It's ridiculous to hold onto clothes that represent who I used to be or who I want to be.  If I lose weight, I'll get new clothes.  (Meaning new to me.  Almost all my clothes are second hand.)

I also let go of 4 pairs of sandals, which were in good condition and fit, but here in the Pacific Northwest, I don't wear sandals any more.  Out they go.  2 1/2 pairs of long johns - out.  If I go backpack camping again, I'll get new ones.

Sweet Hubby knows a woman in the neighborhood who collects clothes for shelters, so I'm really happy to be able to contribute 3 big bags of clean clothes in excellent condition.

I did make one exception.  When I was flying to Denver 17 years ago to marry SH, I wore a silly, puffy floral dress that looks sort of ridiculous and fun and goofy.  It doesn't fit any more and may never again, but it's as close to a wedding dress as I'll ever have. ( Twice married and not one wedding nor proper wedding dress.)  I'd say "Maybe next time", but there won't be a next time, not for marriage, not for me.  SH, first of all, has promised to outlive me (to help me with tech, of course), and second of all,  he's going to live forever.  I insist.